
We lost one of our Boxers in the early hours of last Monday morning at the vets, he had a heart problem, and today a week later we have lost our other Boxer with a massive tumour. Why is life so hard sometimes.
Our first had suffered with a bad heart for some time, but rapidly went down hill, so when the vet called to say he had gone it was devastating but almost not a surprise.
Our other seemed very down without his mate and we thought he was pining, but last night he had a funny turn, almost like a cross between a stroke and a fit, he didn't seem to know where he was. He perked up over night but this morning he was very unwell and not eating, so off to the vets again. We stayed there during X-rays etc only to be told he had a massive tumour in the chest cavity that had burst. We made the dreadful de decision to let him go.
At least they are together now, but life really stinks sometimes.
Can't stop crying but we all know what this is like as dog lovers. Can't write any more yet